Guy Isbel laughed and there was warm regard in the gaze he bent on Jean.
"You old Indian!" he drawled, slowly.

"Did you get a bead on anythin' ?" "No.

I shot to scare away what I found to be some of your lofers," replied Jean.

"I heard them pullin' down a calf.

An' I found tracks of two whoppin' big wolves.